"Brother Megatron is young and promising, with great fighting power. His future is bound to be limitless! Come, let's toast him!"
The half-saint Mo Changsheng who was guarding this place of the Mo family raised his wine glass with a group of people, and drank it all by himself regardless of Feng Jinghong's cold expression.
This kind of banquet has become the norm. As long as there is no war, Mo Changsheng will drag Feng Jinghong to drink together. No matter how cold-hearted Feng Jinghong is, he can't dispel his enthusiasm.
The reason why Mo Changsheng was so polite to him was not only because of Feng Jinghong's strength, but also because he had received a secret order from Mo Yuan, telling him to drag Feng Jinghong here no matter what.
Just when everyone was getting excited about drinking, the camp suddenly shook and a piercing alarm sounded.
"Mo Changsheng, come out and fight!"
"Humph, you're looking for death!" Mo Changsheng put a wine glass on the table and said to Feng Jinghong:
"I'm going to teach that guy named Zhou a lesson, and the camp will be handed over to Brother Megatron!"
The Zhou family's half-saints led a team to attack, but both Mo Changsheng and the others seemed very calm because they had experienced this kind of battle too many times.
Mo Changsheng and the Zhou family's half-saint Zhou Yilong have been old rivals for many years. They would not deal with each other before the two families went to war and often fought, but neither could do anything to the other.
In this battle, the two were assigned to the same battlefield again, and they would fight every ten days and a half, but there was still no winner, and the soldiers following them were almost familiar with each other.
It used to be a normal daily life, but today something changed.
Mo Changsheng, who was about to stand up to fight, was pushed back by a strong hand, and then he heard Feng Jinghong's cold voice fading away:
"Elder Mo, please sit down. I have been sitting idle for many days. Let me go to battle today!"
Before Mo Changsheng had time to object, Feng Jinghong had already soared into the sky, leaving only his elegant figure behind.
"Elder, what should we do?" one of his confidants asked, obviously this person also knew Mo Changsheng's purpose.
Mo Changsheng thought for a while, got up and walked out: "It doesn't matter, I'll go and hold him back. This guy is too sharp, so it doesn't matter if he suffers a little loss, I just need to protect him from death!"
Obviously, even though Feng Jinghong had performed amazingly before, cutting down the ninth level king was like cutting vegetables. But Mo Changsheng was still the same
I don't think he can compare to the Half-Saint.
It is a universally recognized common sense that the barriers of the Holy Domain are unbreakable.
There may be prodigies who can defeat the strong men of the Nine Heavens at the sixth and seventh levels of the Dao, but there are very few people who can defeat the half-saints at the Nine Heavens.
This is a gap in the level of life. Once the word "holy" is attached to it, it has exceeded the category of "human". It is difficult to reach the sky if you want to conquer the lower level!
High in the sky, Feng Jinghong saw the semi-sage named Yiyi Long. He piloted a bronze mecha, and his weapon was a Changge. He was majestic and unstoppable to all living beings.
Seeing a strange mecha approaching, the Half-Saint sounded unhappy: "Who are you, where is Mo Changsheng?"
Feng Jinghong didn't answer, but rushed straight towards Zhou Yilong, the cold light of the big sword in his hand lit up: "Cut through the air and ice!"
A sense of fatal threat surged into his heart, and Zhou Yilong quickly raised his arms to attack.
Bang! The crisp sound of metal collision echoed everywhere. Zhou Yilong was pushed back hundreds of meters, but he was not seriously injured. He looked at Feng Jinghong cautiously, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said in surprise: "The black-armored giant sword,
Are you Megatron?"
Feng Jinghong remained silent, and Zhou Yilong suddenly laughed and said: "I heard that you never use the third sword to kill people. Now that you have passed the first move, I want to see if this rumor is true!"
During this period, Feng Jinghong launched a crazy attack, causing the Zhou family and their allies to escape from their psychological shadow.
Megatron's illustrious reputation was even louder than those of the semi-saints, and he had long wanted to kill this junior.
However, the blow just now made Zhou Long understand that the man in front of him did have the strength to match or even surpass the semi-saint, and it was unrealistic to kill him.
But you don't have to kill him, as long as you can draw a draw with him and break the myth of his invincibility that there is no soul under his sword.
Compared with the actual casualties he caused, the overwhelming momentum of the name Megatron was the most fatal. Now the Nine Heavenly Kings of the Zhou family no longer dare to go to the battlefield!
Faced with Zhou Yilong's blatant provocation, Feng Jinghong only replied to him with four words: "As you wish!"
Supreme unfolded rapidly, and the black mecha ran wildly around Yilong, gradually forming a giant black tornado that reached into the sky and the earth, covering up everything inside.
"Tianyu Dragon Slaying Dance!"
When Mo Changsheng arrived, he happened to see the storm dissipate and Zhou Yilong and his bronze mecha torn apart.
Feng Jinghong walked past him expressionlessly: "Ask them to send the second-level evolutionary fluid as soon as possible."
"Okay, okay!"
Mo Changsheng answered subconsciously, and there was no trace of frivolity in his tone.
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Looking at the head of Zhou Long on the table, Mo Yuan and his daughter fell into silence.
After a long time, Mo Yuan said with a hint of doubt: "He can actually kill a half-saint! Could it be that he hid his strength before?"
"This possibility cannot be ruled out, but it is also possible that the four evolutionary fluids allowed him to further his cultivation." Mo Lan said.
"No matter what the situation is, we can be sure that he must be a rare genius. Can we detect what kind of physique he has?" Mo Yuan asked.
"It's not certain yet, but it must be one of the strongest physiques!" Mo Lan replied.
After another period of silence, Mo Lan asked: "Will you give him the second-level evolutionary fluid?"
"You can give it, but you have to wait until I break through. Otherwise, if he takes another step, no one in the Mo family can control him!"
"Then how to reply to him?"
Mo Yuan paced back and forth: "Let's just say that the previous second-stage evolutionary fluid has been distributed and a new portion is being refined. Let him wait for three months!"
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"Three months..." Feng Jinghong tapped her fingers on the table in thought, and beside her was Mo Changsheng, who was nervously waiting for a reply.
It seems that Mo Yuan is about to become a saint...
When he first saw Mo Yuan in the Mo family, he found that it was just a clone, and there was a mysterious fluctuation deep in the Mo family. At that time, he guessed that Mo Yuan might be making a secret breakthrough.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Judging from their current way of stalling for time, my guess is probably true.
"Tell the head of the Mo family that you can wait for three months, but you must first give me an Ancient Saint mecha!"
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"Ha! This kid really dares to speak. Does he think the Mo family can't do without him now and wants to take advantage of it?"
"After all, he is an outsider. He has just made some small achievements, and now he is showing his greedy nature!"
During the video conference, several semi-saint elders scolded Feng Jinghong, not wanting that the rewards they promised had not been received.
Mo Lan was silent. She knew that several elders were reluctant to part with the meat in their hands. Whether it was evolutionary fluid or Ancient Saint mecha, they were rare strategic resources. If Megatron took one, they would lose one.
Especially the Ancient Saint Mecha. The Mo family only has five of these mechas in total, one for each of the several Half-Saints. No one is willing to give up their own.
And the most important thing is that Mo Yuan seemed to want to delay this matter for a while, so he never expressed his position.
On the first day, several elders, including Mo Changsheng, disbanded after arguing for a while without getting any useful results.
The next day, Mo Changsheng began to actively do everyone's ideological work, because he found that Megatron looked at him a little unkindly. But there was still no result from the discussion that day.
On the third day, Mo Changsheng's mood became obviously anxious: "Why don't you give him my mecha first? Zhou Yilong's replacement hasn't come yet, and there is no war on my side for the time being."
Because of Mo Yuan's silence, the day was still fruitless.
On the fourth day, Mo Changsheng was about to burst into tears: "Master, please make a decision quickly. That kid keeps staring at my neck every day. I feel like he will trade my head for a prize somewhere else if this continues.
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Mo Yuan sighed: "Give him mine. I'm not going to the battlefield anyway, so there's no use leaving it alone."
The Mo family finally compromised. At this critical time, they did not dare to really break with Feng Jinghong.
Mo Yuan's Ancient Saint Mecha was also black, and was very similar in appearance to Feng Jinghong's previous Semi-Saint Mecha.
After getting the new mecha, Feng Jinghong began to sweep away the surrounding interstellar bandits unscrupulously. Every time he took action, a small and medium-sized force would be destroyed.
At the same time, an organization called the Decepticons also secretly and rapidly developed.